Sheer convenience

Last evening, I had to pick up a friend from the airport. She was flying in from Singapore on a 15 hour flight. Foolishly she slept on the plane, which meant she will be properly jet-lagged today. From the looks of text messages in our group chat, she was still awake well into 3 o’clock this morning. Today will be rough for her indeed - the friend is already going back to work!

Before picking her up at the airport, we made a detour to the In-N-Out burger nearby in Millbrae. Whoever decided to put an In-N-Out there - right off the freeway exit just after the exit for SFO - is a genius. You can get the west coast famous In-N-Out burger immediately as you arrive into San Francisco. Grab your rental car, then cross the freeway. What, you want to take a bus there? Sorry, this is not Asia. Public transit doesn’t work like that around here.

Opposite to the Millbrae In-N-Out is the combined Caltrain and BART station. We were surprised and delighted to see a whole slew of apartments being built around it. Now that is convenience! I would totally rent a place there if where I work is accessible by train, either up into San Francisco, or further down the pennisula. I’d image those apartments will sell out quick, even in this climate of are we or are we not having a recession.

From the looks of the website, there will be shops and food places at the ground floor as well. As a person who lives two blocks from a major mall, I cannot overstate how valuable it is to be so close to these sort of amenities. Look at food: the reason I can make do with a relatively small fridge is because I can practically grocery shop at any time. The Whole Foods at the mall is open from 8:00 AM to 10:00 PM. I just buy what I need for that next meal - there’s no need to stock up.

This kind of convenience is worth everything. You’d have to pay me double for me to even consider moving out of my current living/working situation.

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Vorsprung durch technik.

Late night airport run

Late last Wednesday (or very early Thursday, now that I think about it) I had to pick up my friend from the airport. In Oakland. A roundtrip of well over an hour. As an avid early sleeper, being out that late in the night is a scarce occurrence. And with the roads seemingly as crazy and dangerous as ever, there were some trepidations in performing this good deed. The freaks come out at night!

Good thing that I absolutely love to drive my BMW M2 Competition. Truly a fun and spunky little coupe. I’ve not driven it much at all lately due to high gas prices, so each opportunity is worth savoring. The other good news is that there’s actually not that many cars on the highways during those night hours. Cruising at 80 miles an hour was easy and comfortable. Even the giant semi trucks were going way above their supposed 55 MPH speed limit.

Like most airpots (I presume), Oakland International has a waiting lot just outside of the terminals. For 30 minutes you can park for free and wait for your love ones to be done with baggage claim. Unfortunately for me it took more than 30 minutes because of a delay in baggage transport. I have to assume it’s because there just aren’t that many workers at an airport pass twelve o’clock in the morning.

Much easier to pick someone up flying into SFO: I can leave my house right when the plane lands. Usually that will match up perfectly to them walking out of the terminal. But with high ticket prices these days, it’s well worth the savings to fly into Oakland if the option is there. Just make sure you have a friend who is willing to come pick you up in the dead of night!

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Is that a condor?!

HKG is not the same

I bought plane tickets for my trip back home to Guangzhou way back in June of last year, well before the Hong Kong protests started. I then - along with the rest of the world - saw the uprisings happen, and the mess have lingered and continued on into 2020. My father joked that there is no way the protests will last the many months to coincide with our trip through Hong Kong, and yet there we were two weeks ago, flying into HKG whilst protest was scheduled to happen in the city yet again that very day.

It’s a shame, because the Hong Kong part of the trip on the way to Guangzhou is something I enjoy immensely, well worth the extra four hours it takes to fully complete the journey compared to flying directly into Baiyun International. Some years I even spend a few days or a week in Hong Kong before going home. It’s a city I have great affinity for, but unfortunately due to the demonstrations, I was unable to do my usual tour. Rather not risk any potential clashes, though I do wonder what the protesters think of a person like me: born in mainland China, but is now a citizen of the United States.

Anyways, the game plan then was to immediately hop on a direct bus to Guangzhou right at the airport. Upon exiting out into the arrivals lobby, I immediately knew that these were not normal times: they’ve shut down the outbound transport terminal, which used to be in an external building. Instead, the ticketing for buses are now inside Terminal 1 itself. After purchasing our tickets, we walked through guarded doorways to get to our waiting hired car, which is something I’m so not used to seeing in what is one of the safest metropolises on the planet. Surrounding the airport itself are many police barriers and fencing, a legacy from the unrest that reached HKG last year.

Coming back into Hong Kong for the flight home was different as well. We took the same direct bus in the reverse direction, and it’s when we arrived outside the departure deck that things got interesting. The entrances to the terminal are cordoned off by police barricades, third-world checkpoint style. To get in, you have to show your passport, and either the flight confirmation or boarding pass. I’m not even sure they would let family or friends who are seeing you off to go inside with you. The price of fighting for liberty, as it were.

I have no dog whatsoever in the Hong Kong situation. I only selfishly hope that on my next trip home, HKG -and Hong Kong - will be back to what it were: a fabulous airport that’s one of my favorites.

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Graffiti in China? Only if they let you.

What did we do before?

I recently read about the utter nightmare situation for travelers into LAX: the airport decided to move the pickup location for taxis and rideshare cars away from the arrivals level and to a separate lot some ways away. LAX offers around-the-clock shuttle service to the new pickup lot, from where passengers can wait for their UBER or LYFT drivers, or get in line for the traditional taxi. It’s a move similar to my home airport, SFO: pickups for domestic travel have been moved to a nearby parking garage, though it’s less draconian of a rule than LAX as taxis can still pickup passenger at curbside.

Of course, the decision made by SFO has cascading effect for UBER and LYFT drivers as it created a brand-new traffic queue right out into the northbound exit of highway 101. The congestion problem created by the enormous amount of rideshare cars is still there, it simply moved to a different location - away from the terminals. I do wonder if if that was the original intent by SFO.

It’s no surprise then that the same situation resulted in LAX. A dedicated lot for rideshare may sound good on paper, but the sheer passenger volume is so great that UBER and LYFT cars and taxis are stuck in line for more than an hour just to get in the lot. As it is in SFO, moving the pickup point doesn’t really solve the main issue - too many people waiting for rides - other than punting it elsewhere. Again, maybe that is LAX’s goal: at least the terminals are nice and free-flowing, a sort of quality tax on passengers who rely on rideshare to take get them to their final destination.

Whether that seems fair or not is up to you.

This newfound malaise in our airports caused by the advent of UBER and LYFT asks the question: what did we all do before? The people hailing rideshare cars: did they take taxis before UBER was a thing? Or was it a combination of that and calling in favors from friends or family for a ride? Personally, I’ve always been the latter, even with the convenience of rideshare making it super easy to call my own ride. That said, the emergence of rideshare definitely shifted the passenger load from other modes of transportation, modes that previous have not caused the insane level of congestion we are seeing now. Taking rideshare is such an attractive option for travelers, but the existing infrastructure was not meant to accommodate essentially everyone calling their own taxi.

And what happens when UBER or LYFT - some would say inevitably - go bust? What are people going to do for transport now that we’ve all become accustomed to rideshare? Both companies are losing over billion dollars every quarter, with no prospects of profitability in sight. These companies aren’t necessarily too big to fail, but would they be too ubiquitous to fail? I think we’ll find out this answer sooner or later.

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What’s in the box!?

That time I missed my flight from Korea

It's once again the month of May, and it had me thinking about a year ago when I traveled to Korea. It was a wonderful trip of a lifetime and you should definitely check out the photos here.

While reminiscing about the trip I was reminded of the hilarious incident we had in catching the flight back to America. There were three of us on the trip and yet somehow we all managed to misinterpret the flight time. It was definitely not a good showing for the male section of the species. 

For whatever reason, the flight time were shown using military time. Our flight was printed at 20:00 hours which simple math equates to 8:00pm in the evening. We like to think of ourselves as persons of intelligence but we completely miscalculated and thought the flight was 10:00pm. 

With that in mind we naturally got to the airport a bit before 8pm. Upon looking at the giant departure board and not finding our flight I double-checked the reservation and realize to horror the huge mistake. We made a dash for Korean Air counter but it was too late: not enough time remained to get us through customs and security. 

Even under such misfortune due to self stupidity we lucked out: we got to the check-in counter before the airplane left the ground, which meant we were able to rebook to the next available flight at no extra cost. Had the flight already taken off we would've squandered the plane ticket and had to then pay again for the next one. 

So apart from a slightly wounded pride and the costs of an extra night of hotel (and a very angry girlfriend for my friend), it was a good learning episode and I doubt any of us will ever misread a departure time ever again.